Jonas’ POV

We left the dining room and walked back to my father's meeting room.

Lily tried to support me as I walked, but I beat her off.

“Don't you dare touch me!”

We went to the meeting room, and I sat down on a sofa, grabbed the box of tissues on the table, and began dabbing the blood that flowed from my nose and lips.

We were all silent for a while, and all we could do was cast stares at each other.

The silence irritated me, and I grabbed another tissue from the box.

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